In case you’re interested, here’s an update to this thread
Mr. Jones and I were in NY for a week and the cats were home with my daughter. They didn’t have VJ to pick on, no sirree. We had 6 whole days of uninterrupted sleep (except that the bed my in-laws’ house is damned uncomfortable).
I’m told by my daughter that during this time the cats were fed in the evening per the new regime. I had hopes that maybe, just maybe, I’d be able to sleep.
Of course that was not the case. The morning after my return, this past Saturday to be exact, Elvin (the little dear) decided that time to wake up was 4:30 am. I opened the bedroom door and gave him a couple of healthy shots with the water bottle and he took off. I went back to bed and thankfully fell right to sleep.
Until 5:15 am (and this is on a Saturday, it’s just plain wrong I tell you) when Elvin (the little darling) decided that he needed to try and rouse me once again. This time I tossed him into the computer room until I was ready to get up. I’m really beginning to resent this waking up early shit.
Sunday he waited until a little later, 6:30 which wouldn’t have been so bad on a work day but we had a gig Saturday night and didn’t get to bed until after 3:00. Once again I tried the squirt bottle and once again he came back for more after about 45 minutes. Into the room he went.
This morning? 5:30 am. I tried to ignore him. This time he was beating on the door so hard that it woke up my daughter (ever try to wake an 18 year old, it’s next to impossible) she threw him in the other room.
I’m not having a good feeling about this. I’m considering rebuilding the door barricade that he tore up. I need to visit the fabric store and try and find something more indestructible than what I got before.
Cats, can’t live with 'em and they don’t really taste as much like chicken as you’d want.